One evening, we attended a talent competition in the clubhouse, during which the host - Uncle Ricky Dinkle (no, really) asked for boys and girls to come up on stage and sing him a song. At my sister's urging, I lined up with the other children next to the stage, ready to give my showstopping rendition of The Wheels On The Bus.
I had long curly hair back then - admittedly, not much has changed - which might be why Uncle Ricky Dinkle greeted me by saying "Here's a nice little girl".
"I'm a boy not a girl!" I corrected furiously, to waves of laughter from the audience.
Uncle Ricky recovered well with a comedy double-take, apologised, and asked me where I went to school.
"Bay school", I huffed.
"Bay school?" asked Uncle Ricky.
"No - Bay school," I replied, becoming increasingly frustrated by someone who seemed intent upon misrepresenting me.
"NO! BAY SCHOOL!"
Admittedly, I was recovering from having most of my teeth knocked out by a swing - for which I'd required years of painful dental treatment. My speech wasn't perhaps the most easy to understand, so I can almost forgive Uncle Ricky for not realising I was trying to tell him that I went to "play school".
Bear with me. We're getting to the Nintendo bit.